Long Scions Poems

Who is the man in the mirror that stares back at me through eyes of blue that can scarce seen behind lenses reflecting bright light?
Those eyes appear so young and vibrant, though cast behind a...

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The Wind to the Wayside

     There’s an old man sleeping on the bank of a river, and he’s flying his dreams in an indigo sky. If you listen so softly, there’s...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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Open Letter to Thomas Jefferson

You sir, destination unknown, I dare
To address. A son of worthy causes  
For land vast in majesty and vast as
Vast can be in matters of liberty;
With ideals so prim and...

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III

But, of course, I had no dizzying towers                  
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched   ...

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I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where...

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Analogue Dialogue

When one experiences the Past looking forward
          And views the Future through a long-gone lens
          ...

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My daughter, my joy and my light,
Let me share with you a secret sublime,
For most people, they never know of this
ignoble plight,
Lives spent broken backs bent before
unremitting time,

Once I was a sprightly youth, innocent and...

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DIAMOND DUST DEVIL

1169 Dominion...

A dark world lives beyond Orion.
This world is within an alien moon.
On its stable ground, stands a murder of mentality and childhood.
As babies are born, the mammoth scions brain from the dead.
The...

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Known they are as the Lisbon Lions
But  of  the West of Scotland were they scions.
Etched in history is their name
Because of that  1967 game.

Immortality upon them is endowed
As they made their fans...

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Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb...

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The Sixty-Four Rulers of the Yi Jing

When chieftains uncrowned yearn to be enthroned
They either give their daughters to princes
Or invite other chieftains and have them poisoned
Some choose the war-path without hindrances

And lose their lives wives...

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Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Killing for...

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I abhor the night 
For sleep has sworn enmity with my lids
Lethal questions plague my peace
And my heart shows me no pity
In finding rest for my head
Try, try and try I try
But the questions gush...

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My scaled lips have a story, repelling
enough to well up tears in the telling.
My heart is rocked at its place of dwelling
Expect not a merry word from a face unsmiling

Toppling of troughs in the shrine...

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A hint of blush
‘pon the tips
Of leaves still lush
As lover’s lips

A breeze that sighs
As if t’was tired
Of mid-Summer highs
In doldrums mired

A crisped dry smell
Perfumes the air
Clings tight as well
To clothes and hair

A dusk that darkles
With...

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Pressing my peripatetic poetic spirit 
I roamed the abode of technology
Where I spilled my poetic condolences, with company of tears,
To my friends in Japan
Whose brothers are forcefully accommodated,
In the large bellies of callous Tsunami and...

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Villanelle: Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle

Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Bosom-fed mouths sing no tame lullabies
Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable

Each child on its...

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~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed...

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Scions of light shall come,
from darkest of humanities soul,
warriors of the blodline true,
ancient calling older than coal,
liberty in defending earth's kingdom,,
 Working against the progressive machines,
this pre-new world order,
revolutionaries of a new time,
against manchurian canidates...

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Arise O sons of the Shining stars!
Arise and speed like your fish-like cars.
Tan your sorrows and pains with ease
And sway in delight like your Sakura trees.



Arise O sons of the shining stars!
Thorns' scratches on elephant...

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Worthless, yet lucky little David! Inexperienced, 
the bright delirium
(a bedroom game)
of a future soliloquy
playing coy
backslides Her into salt
and you resign yourself
to Jopah. Beware the Fish.

Perchance this dream of yours
takes the form of Cybele;
or a fountainous...

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What succeeds the pain when my soul has suffered all it can?
Why does truth lure like a fire on a far distant shore?
When wisdom cleanses what ignorance soils,
why, in the sweet, sad hours of mourning,...

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A child to be sent to the earth
Through the loins of an octogenarian 
A faithful promise! 

Fretful and apprehensive 
Like a mother hen
She took up the onus of creation
To beget without delay the promised child;
Anxiety...

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